Stephie thought about the stone. What if it was real? And she'd wished Jon was real, and now he was...as her brother?
She wasn't sure what to do about that. No one would believe her, if how Miss Jenny described the story was true. She began to get scared, worrying about if her mother or sister were still the same, or her teacher, or anyone she knew. "I want to go home," she declared.
"Well, that's why we're here," Zoe said, rolling her eyes. "Sorry," she told Jenny.
She let them guide her outside. "Home isn't in that direction," she said, as they started off.
Jon looked at her, then at Zoe. "Maybe you want to walk ahead," he said. "I'll...umm...try to calm her down."
Zoe shrugged. "Whatever," she said, and started out.
Jon looked at Stephie. "You know something is wrong?" He said, softly.
"Yeah...I...um...wished you up," she said. She looked up at him. He really looked like her mother...they had to be related.
"No, I wished you up," Jon insisted.
Both adopted an identical perplexed expression. Not surprising, considering they were siblings.
